“It’s not my mouth either,” Isabella says with a laugh. “What happened to you not needing to sleep?”
“Do you know how long you slept for, woman?” I ask as I sit up.
"A long while. Too long for you to stay awake, apparently."
“Yes, well, I know what I want to do to prove to you that I’m a daredevil.”
“Do you now?” Her eyes lit up, but then she narrows them suspiciously. “It better not have something to do with a sex position.”
I roar with laughter. “No, no, nothing like that, but I do appreciate that you have sex on the brain early in the morning.”
“It’s past noon,” she says dryly, crossing her arms and staring down at me with a cocked eyebrow.
"Yes, well, breakfast first, maybe?"
“You can cook it yourself.”
“Certainly. Do I need to hunt or gather it?”
“No. I already killed a deer. It’s a doe, a small one, but it’s more than enough meat for us both. I have some salt in a bag I brought so we can try to preserve more of it and then let nature have the rest.”
She leads me to the deer, and I grin. “You already carved it.”
“Yes. Just start the fire up.”
I can feel her eyes on me. She’s trying to see if I can light a fire as easily as she had, and I accomplish that easily with a simple snap of my fingers.
Isabella purses her lips, and she glowers at me.
A laugh rumbles out of me, and I show her the kurital flint I attached to my fingers. “It’s a special piece of flint from a metal we uncovered on Kuria. It makes strong sparks. Here.”
I remove the pieces from the tip of my finger and thumb and place them on her. Her skin is so very soft, and I can’t help running my hand up her bare arm to her shoulder. She’s wearing a shirt called a tank top, but I wish the grass was wearing it instead of her.
“You try,” I whisper in her ear before I step aside.
She stares at me and bites her lower lip suggestively and then even licks her plump lips. Ovian, she’s playing, getting back at me for stroking her, and I wish we could stop with this dance and go ahead and fuck already.
Isabella shifts her gaze from me to her hand, and she snaps her fingers. Sparks fly every which way, and she has to stomp out a smoldering bit of grass.
“That’s amazing,” she gushes, her dark eyes shining.
“Isn’t it? I enjoy playing with it as a child. So much so that my father…” I trail off.
“He took it away from you?”
“Yes,” I say shortly.
She glances at me curiously and hands me back the kurital flint. "I'm glad you had it on you, but if you want to learn how to make a fire without cheating—"
“It’s not cheating,” I protest, but I’m grateful for the change in subject. She knew and recognized that my father is not a subject for us to talk about. It’s almost as if we can sense things about each other and recognize what is taboo and what isn’t.
Isabella just shrugs. “If you say so, but…”
“It’s not. It’s resourceful to use what resources you have. It’s not my fault that Earth is lacking.”
“Earth doesn’t lack for much,” she says.
“Of that I have no doubt,” I murmur.
I turn aside and cook the meat. The deer meat is delicious, so very tender, and I can’t help moaning. Isabella laughs at that, and once she’s finished eating, I catch her licking her lips.
“I don’t have anything to wash my hands with,” she mumbles.
“I would’ve licked them clean for you,” I say, winking.
“And you wouldn’t have stopped there.”
“No, probably not,” I admit, “but would you have wanted me to stop?”
“You said you know what you want to do?” she asks, coming over to the deer. I’m not sure when she left to fetch her bag, but she’s starting to salt and pack away meat from the deer. Probably when I cooked the meat.
“Yes,” I inform her. “Where can we get a hold of centuricmobiles?”
“You do know that we tend to have centuricars on Earth, not centuricmobiles, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes,” I say a bit impatiently. “Do you know where some are?”
“Have you ever heard the expression good things—”
“Come to those who wait, yes, but the early bird gets the worm, doesn’t it?” I can’t help it. I thrust my pelvis in her direction.
Even though she’s not looking directly at me, I can tell she saw because the corner of her lip that I can see is curling upward.
“You’re not the most mature of Kurians, are you?”
“Actually, I’m one of the most mature ones,” I assure her.
“Somehow, I doubt that.”
“Have you met any other Kurians?” I ask, my hands dropping to my hips.
“No, but that just means that I don’t know for certain that what you say is true.”
“Have I lead you astray yet?”
“Ah, that’s the keyword. Yet. And I do believe that leading women astray is something you excel at.”
“Possibly. At times. Maybe once or twice.”
“Help me with this meat, and then—Don’t you dare make a comment about meat,” she warns.
“I would never.”
“You protest too much.”
I help her, and in no time at all, a good portion of the meat is salted and packed away. The fire’s put out, and we leave the mountain.
It takes us a few days to reach our destination. We spend that time talking and laughing, enjoying each other’s company, and while we don’t have sex again, we do tease each other, and at night, after she’s asleep, I have to take care of my erections. She’s holding back, not withdrawing, but she’s not giving me access to her body. I would be willing to sleep with her, and I can smell her desire. It’s mental. She doesn’t want to be with me. Not long-term.
And that’s fine. We can be friends.
That’s not what I would prefer for us to be, but she’s wiser than I am. She doesn’t even know who my father is and the hell he would make her life, our life, and that’s why we can’t be together.
Unless we hide from him. She’s already a nomad. That life is fine by me. We would have to avoid the government and military here because my father might well try to find us.
And he will find us unless I remove my chip.
A drastic measure. A very drastic measure and one that would mean I would not only cut out my father from my life but also my mom and Sarah.
I’m not willing to do that. I care for Isabella already, but I can’t say I love her, and not yet at least, but even if I did… That might be asking too much of me.
Father can try to pretend that I ignore responsibility all day long, but that’s not nearly the case as much as he would believe.
As we travel, I do keep an eye out to make certain that no one who might be government or military sees me, but we stick to a rural area, and I only see cities from afar. Eventually, we head toward one, just the outskirts, and we enter a scrapyard filled with all kinds of things, including what amounts to a centuricmobile graveyard.
None of them are in working order, so it takes me some time to push and get them to be all lined up. Then, I find myself a makeshift ramp, and I do flips and stunts over them. Isabella feigns boredom, but then I bring out a centuricmobile that I actually fixed up to work—mostly--, and I drive that over the ramp. The ramp breaks, but I’m airborne, and the centuricmobile slams down hard, but I cleared the line of them. I park the vehicle and turn to smirk at Isabella.
“Well?” I demand.
“Not bad,” she admits begrudgingly.
I wink. “Your turn.”
8
Isabella
Strol is one hot guy. There’s no denying that, and as much as I want to give into him, as hard as it is not to, I hold back. It’s for my protection. I’m not used to spending my days and night with one person, and I thought I might get bored of him, that we might star
t to get on each other’s nerves, but that’s not the case at all. We tease each other, but it never turns mean or spiteful, and we don’t push each other too far.
At night, I dream of him, and we try every position imaginable, and once or twice, I woke up before he did, and I fingered myself to get off. It’s that much hotter to do it knowing that I can’t risk moaning out loud or else he’ll wake. I’m a moaner, a loud one, and to suppress that only makes the sensation that much better, stronger. There might’ve been one time when I let out a moan on purpose, just to see if he might wake up and what it might lead to, but he stayed asleep. That disappointed me, and it had me rethinking the whole arms’ length bit. Why shouldn’t I enjoy myself for as long as this lasts? He’s a hunk, and he’s fun and fun-loving. Right now, that’s all I need.
But what will I want or need in five years? Hell, I don't even know where I'll be in one year, let alone five. Life isn't meant to be lived for the future. It's meant for the moment.
I stop thinking as he finally starts his… Whatever it is he’s going to do, and I watch, amazed.
His skills, those flips, the way he can contort his body… He must have been a gymnast in a former life because he jumps so high, flips, lands on one roof doing a handstand, is immediately in the air again, and keeps on flipping, boom, boom, boom. And then when he has that centuricmobile that he drives up the ramp! My heart leaps into my throat as the ramp breaks beneath the vehicle's weight, but he's airborne. As bored as I had been as he pushed the vehicles around and did a bunch of running around to find pieces or whatever, this show has been more than worth the weight.
He nails the land, well, a bit hard, but he parks the vehicle and turns to smirk at me. God, that look on his handsome face! I want to kiss those lips of his to make him stop looking at me that way. Cocky bastard is right.
My cocky bastard.
No. He’s not mine.
Alien daredevil. That's what Strol's trying to prove he is, and he's doing a fairly decent job of it so far.
Yes, I’m in denial, but do I get a point for knowing that I am?
“Well?” he demands.
“Not bad,” I admit begrudgingly.
He winks. “Your turn.”
I glance all around the scrapyard. I’ve been here before to find parts and items. Actually, when I was little, I used to come here to play. The entire place had been my playground, but while I had jumped and leaped from here to there, I never did anything remotely like the stunts Strol just pulled off.
My mind's blank until I spy a broken barrel. I head in that direction and manage to unearth two barrels that are in perfect condition, aside from a few dents.
“You ready for something thrilling?” I ask him.
“You bet I am.”
I eye the centuricmobile he drove. “Think that thing can still drive?”
“Yes.”
“Good. We have a long way to go, and I don’t feel like walking forever to get there. Put yours in the back.”
We bring the barrels over, and we take off, heading north. Occasionally, we have to pull over so we can eat and sleep, but we take turns driving. Strol has no idea where we're going, but we just need to head north for now.
The faintest brush of his lips on mine wakes me, and I pull him toward me, gripping his face and running my hands through his hair. He parts his lips, and I go to put my tongue into his mouth, but he tries to do the same, and we fight…
My heart beats too hard, and I push him away. “My turn to drive,” I announce.
“We can wait, don’t you think?” he asks, his voice husky, thick with need.
I glance down. His cock is straining against his pants so much that I wince. That has to feel painful.
A pang hits me. I want to give in. More than that, I want him. He doesn't have to smell to know that's the case, but I hold back.
Why? Why can’t I just be willing to see what we can do, what we can handle? We’re both adults, and we can fuck if we want to.
But I just laugh and pull him over to take this spot. He complies without complaint, although he pulls down his pants some and starts to touch himself.
"I heard that you have to ejaculate if you get an erection, or else your cock will fall off," I say as I start to drive.
“Not precisely true.”
“I didn’t think it would be. Sounds too much like an old wives’ tale.”
“It’s our balls that will fall off, not the cock.”
“Ah. Not much better.”
“No. And if we try to push it, to not release quickly enough, it does cause intense enough pain that I don’t want to see if Kurians are exempt from that.”
“Ah. Well, then…”
“Well then what?” he asks.
“Go ahead.”
“You’re impossible, you know that?” he grumbles.
I’m fighting with myself, and then I shrug. Fuck it.
I reach over, and I grab his cock. It jumps in my hand, and I slowly stroke it from its tip down the long shaft to his balls. I release his cock to grab his balls and gently squeeze them, running my nails on them.
“Ovian,” he groans.
With a grin, I grab his cock again, rubbing the top, yanking harder and harder. He thrusts, fucking my hand more than me stroking him, and without warning, faster than I would’ve expected, his hot cum squirts all over my hand.
“Fuck,” he murmurs.
“Did you like that?” I ask.
“I don’t know. Can’t you tell?”
I laugh.
He reaches into the back and yanks out something. I glance over to see that it’s a rag, and he wipes my hand clean. Only after he finishes does he clean himself and then shift to pull his pants back up.
“We should be there soon,” I inform him.
“Good,” Strol says.
Something in his tone has me curious, and I glance at him. He’s staring at me with a strange glint in his eyes and some kind of emotion that I can’t tell what it is before I have to turn my attention back to the road.
His hand squeezes my knee, and then he moves his hand away. I look back at him and smile. He winks, and I again return my focus to the drive. There’s no traffic now, mostly because it’s barely sunrise, but I still don’t want to drive off the road. This piece of crap is ready to fall apart, and that’s not because Strol did anything wrong when he got it back in working order. The vehicle had been in the scrapyard for a reason.
His hand is back on my knee again, but this time, it's sliding up. I do have a small stash of clothes in my pack, and I'm wearing shorts today. With his hand there, I wish I opted for the skirt I have.
I really shouldn’t, but it’s obvious what his intentions are, and I spread my legs. He hooks his finger to pull my panties away, and he rubs against my lips. I sink lower in my seat, spreading my legs as much as I can, giving in to him. My eyes barely stay open as he finds my clit. The sensations build, and I don’t think I can last much longer. What the hell is he doing to me? This is so fucking irresponsible, and I can’t. I can’t keep my eyes open.
As the orgasm claims me, I slam on the breaks, the vehicle jerking to a stop, but his fingers don’t stop fucking me, and I moan as the waves of pleasure wash over me. I’m breathing so very hard, and my legs tremble. I’m shaking all over.
Strol chuckles as he removes his hand. He licks my juices from his fingers. “You can keep driving.”
“No, we’re not done yet.”
I park the centuricmobile, and I shift over onto his lap. I’m not even sure how we do it because we both have our clothes on, but we manage to get his cock free from his pants and up my shorts, my panties shoved aside so he can be inside me. I rock back and forth, going up and down, squeezing my walls against him.
Now that I’ve had a taste of him again, I can’t stop, won’t stop, and I keep going, riding him, riding a crest of pleasure again and again. His hot com squirts inside me, but I keep going, delirious, taking everything that his cock will give me.
His hands reach up, and he brushes my hair back, gently pulling me down. I expect the kiss to be as raw and passionate as our lovemaking, but that’s not the case.
Fuck. This is fucking, not lovemaking.
But the kiss? It’s tender and sweet, and fuck me, but it does make this seem to blur the line between fucking and making sweet, sensual love.
Fine. We’re having sex.
Whatever it is, whatever label I want to give it, it’s amazing, so very good. The beast inside me is very pleased by this latest development, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to not jump him every chance I get because the sex is just that good.
I’m not even sure how long we go at it, but by the time I finally pull away, I’m drenched in sweat, and I don’t think I can handle much of anything. My legs are still trembling, and I feel a bit woozy.
Strol chuckles. “You look like you need to sleep some more.”
“I definitely need something to eat, or else I will fall asleep.”
We eat, Strol feeding me some because he's a goof, or maybe he just wants me to lick his fingers. Which I do. By accident. Okay, just the first time had been an accident, but he doesn't seem to mind, so I do it again and again until I just let him feed me.
But once we finish eating a healthy portion of the salted deer meat, I sigh and lean back, my eyes closing.
“You really can sleep,” he says. “I can go back to driving.”
“But you drove for hours already,” I mumble.
“So?”
"You should sleep too so we can both be rested for when we arrive."
“But—”
“But we’re getting close enough that I have to drive because to tell you the rest of the way won’t be easy.”
“You want me to just listen to you already, don’t you?” He bursts out laughing.
I force my eyes open and glare at him. “What makes you say that?”
“You have that same tone of voice that my mom uses on me when she wants me to just shut up and do something. Sarah has that tone too.”
“Who’s Sarah?” I mumble.
He hesitates, and I focus on him. My heart skips a beat. An old flame? What does it matter if she is?
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